Long Hero worship Poems

I want to respond
to the retired Marine
who watched Democratic Congressional Leaders
during the State of our crippled Union event,
disappointed at how their patriotism,
their loyalty to sacred sacrifices of soldiers
appears too tepid,
jaded,
ungrateful
as compared to more thunderous enthusiastic...

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CHANGED  LIFE

             Just by chance once  I got acquainted
            ...

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Lately i have been studiously going
over and delving into John Lennon's 
back catalogue of work

And what I learned and took from it
from it is this

It seems as if he really suffered for his
art what came...

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I'm at the mall
waiting for my new lenses
to find their inside home
in my old outside frames,

Hopefully
not like new wine
in old 
opaque skins.

I try to engage
with an anthro-war story,
"The Invisible Woman"

Feeling myself silently camouflaged
in a sedate...

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>I am not a keen fan of football, although I  did play for my team when in the army, I played left outside, sorry I mean outside left.  Watching the TV the other...

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Red checkered carpet and mahogany wood dominate
Guinness, beer and wine stand politely 
Reflective 
The eclectic gathering of minds and smiles
Litter the room as left over christmas baubles 
While one voice swoons across the ceiling to...

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Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,

The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.

She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,

My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in...

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Captain America
is looking flagpole beautiful
in his wavy red, white and blue 
body-fitting uniform
But, Manifest Destiny hero worship
don’t even come close
to his citizens A-love for the gun ...
Trigger huggable sidearms
Hot steel aficionados
got a love that’s real
Giving...

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Disappointment


My father's signature has been forged for I know his hand
Greed for squandering have made you fall to your lowest ebb
My temples blasted at the shame that we are of the same blood
I choked to...

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Grandpa Francesco Proia,
from Caserta, Italia,
a clever stowaway 
in the bowels of the ship
bringing him to Ellis Island,
Feb. 4, 1905.
Gruff ways,
often snarling a guttural “Huh,”
a lack of English,
never-ending hand gestures,
made me fearful of him.
But awestruck I...

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Romantic overtures
like gaudy butterflies 
kissing all blooms 
that come their way,
teasing me, haunting me,
flirting with me
and playing havoc 
with my feelings
 
Are you really harmless?
Is it fatal poison I drink?
I ask for hero worship
I get...

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So Thou May'st Shake 
the Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches to Those in Need

"By the hour the winner crosses the finish line, she looks like sh*t."
-- each Farrah,  
not fairer at death
 
* ...

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waltz and sing

1-19-'17

waltz me to the darkened room,
where the things happen that never they let you know,
waltz me there with cutthroat and mistletoe,
let me find a blatant hero.

hero worship most sublime
unwind, and find some part...

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Partners in Prose

I am addicted to the drug
of writing poetry with you
for we were destined to create
our stressed out syllables to mate 
collaborating with such grace
not having seen you face to face
of all the demons...

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